Englisches Frühlingsgedicht von William Blake

The Echoing Green

The Sun does arise,And make happy the skies;The merry bells ringTo welcome the Spring;

The skylark and thrush,The birds of the bush,Sing lounder aroundTo the bells` chearful sound,While our sports shall be seenOn the Echoing Green.

Old John, with white hair,Does laugh away care,Sitting under the oak,Among the old folk.They laugh at our play,And soon they all say:

“Such, such were the joysWhen we all, girls & boys,In our youth time were seenOn the Eching Green.”

Till the little ones, weary,No more can be merry;The sun does descend,And our sports have on end.Round the laps of their mothersMany sisters and brothers.Like birds in their nest,Are ready for rest,And sports no more seenOn the darkening Green.